Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.